Spiritual Poems
#spiritual
Poems about spirituality and the soul. This poetry explores the deeper meaning of life, beyond the material world, through alternative ideas or mainstream religion. Spiritual poems illustrate faith in a higher being.
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Unforgettable
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
#admiration
#learning
#sonnet
#spiritual
#strength
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Still Going To Trust My Inner Voice
Called The Atheist Experience Show and got on the air.
They reveled in the idea that I said Jesus and Yahweh aren't the same.
But dismissed my spiritual experiences, which I thought was definitely premature.
I'm still gonna trust that inner voice.
Because I know something they don't- trusting your intuition and logic are essential. I still believe in Jesus.
But I'll be honest. I did all day yesterday keep replaying their voices telling me what I'm saying is a logical fallacy.
But no, I can't. I just can't believe them. Because...
They reveled in the idea that I said Jesus and Yahweh aren't the same.
But dismissed my spiritual experiences, which I thought was definitely premature.
I'm still gonna trust that inner voice.
Because I know something they don't- trusting your intuition and logic are essential. I still believe in Jesus.
But I'll be honest. I did all day yesterday keep replaying their voices telling me what I'm saying is a logical fallacy.
But no, I can't. I just can't believe them. Because...
#spiritual
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Practice Bars 3
Quite pleasing, I have mastered rhyme rooks.
Skies bleeding science after y'all shook.
My feelings, I don't have them all, look.
Like reading, Isaac Asimov books.
Guised greetings might have masked divine crooks.
Dice leading pirates after spines stood.
Try scheming heights we passed in times took.
Price pleading, private passions might push.
Bright beaming binds the blatherskite foot.
Lines weaving lying lavish like hoof.
Wine, wheat, and rice Saturn giant sook.
Rye seedling blight have acid nights cooked.
Prized...
Skies bleeding science after y'all shook.
My feelings, I don't have them all, look.
Like reading, Isaac Asimov books.
Guised greetings might have masked divine crooks.
Dice leading pirates after spines stood.
Try scheming heights we passed in times took.
Price pleading, private passions might push.
Bright beaming binds the blatherskite foot.
Lines weaving lying lavish like hoof.
Wine, wheat, and rice Saturn giant sook.
Rye seedling blight have acid nights cooked.
Prized...
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
#rhyming
#spiritual
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Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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ol' Soul Pebble Rock
ol' soul pebble rock in dreams and memories
holding on to the mundane and beauty in nature
embracing the simplicity in realms of dreams
communicating with The Maker who stays grounded
without the need for a mirror...
holding on to the mundane and beauty in nature
embracing the simplicity in realms of dreams
communicating with The Maker who stays grounded
without the need for a mirror...
#nature
#philosophical
#spiritual
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Disir, power drumming journey
North, place of dark
of winter, in and between
shimmering dark
we greet you
East, place of rising sun
of spring, springing lambs
springing water wells
we greet you
South, place of Summer
of prospect and prosperities
wind, we greet you
West, place of risen sun
of sunset, autumn , fallen leaf
of transformation
we greet you
Sacred center
first of circles
Disir, foremothers, tree mothers, grandmothers
star mothers, fire mothers, wind mother, all mother
we greet...
of winter, in and between
shimmering dark
we greet you
East, place of rising sun
of spring, springing lambs
springing water wells
we greet you
South, place of Summer
of prospect and prosperities
wind, we greet you
West, place of risen sun
of sunset, autumn , fallen leaf
of transformation
we greet you
Sacred center
first of circles
Disir, foremothers, tree mothers, grandmothers
star mothers, fire mothers, wind mother, all mother
we greet...
#spiritual
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A Flowering of Compassion - Rewrite
A Flowering of Compassion
She is the red glow
Of a silk lantern
Lettered by the Chinese heart glyph
That is the shadow language of her soul
Each salt-crystal in the saline drops
Of her tears
Is a flower of compassion
For sentient suffering
Afloat on the fragrance
Of her river
My heart is adrift in the Patchouli
Of her midnight sachet
She is the red glow
Of a silk lantern
Lettered by the Chinese heart glyph
That is the shadow language of her soul
Each salt-crystal in the saline drops
Of her tears
Is a flower of compassion
For sentient suffering
Afloat on the fragrance
Of her river
My heart is adrift in the Patchouli
Of her midnight sachet
#beauty
#love
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
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A Throbbing Scent - with adagio
Pale lips of blue perishable breath
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep
***
Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep
***
Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..
#collaboration
#rebirth
#spiritual
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A Throbbing Scent - with MySmile
Pale lips of blue perishable breath
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep
***
Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep
***
Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..
#collaboration
#spiritual
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Willow Green
Quiet as the willow green among
The Ark of Rushes with a theme
Of silence and wicker memories
In pastels of Tropicana's orange
Twilight over my shoulder calm
As tranquility in nature's yoga
When there are wind songs
The Ark of Rushes with a theme
Of silence and wicker memories
In pastels of Tropicana's orange
Twilight over my shoulder calm
As tranquility in nature's yoga
When there are wind songs
#nature
#philosophical
#spiritual
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Indelible Lines
Oh, how much i long
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
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A Night in the Museum
I was attending a meeting
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
#dreams
#religion
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
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